Ending
Nikki sat in the passenger seat next to Jonesy. She was leaning out of the seat with her head resting on his shoulder. She looked really tired, but he couldn't understand why. "Wow, we really do live way too far away from the mall," Jonesy said. They lived about an hour away from the place once where their whole life seemed to revolve around. "Yeah," Nikki said, exhaustion clear in her voice. "Why are you so tired?" Jonesy asked her, but she didn't respond. She had already passed out. He kissed her forehead lightly, and returned his eyes to the road. That's when he saw the lights, too bright to keep his eyes open, but he had no choice. They were frozen open in fear. The strangest part was, the self-centered person Jonesy Garcia was, he couldn't bring himself to fear for his own safety. It was all completely for the only other passenger in the car. The semi hit silently, or at least Jonesy couldn't tell it made any sound. He felt almost nothing, but a subtle pain progressing in his ribcage. Then he looked at Nikki. The was knocked out, and the passenger side suddenly was covered in blood. Her head was scraped completely, a deep gash cutting across and far too near hitting her skull. Her arms were mangled, cuts and scrapes accumulating everywhere. There was a long piece of broken glass stabbed through her leg, coming all the way through to the other side. She was crunched up by the passenger side door, which was banged in. That was the first time Jonesy's cell phone met the number '911'.
Nikki woke up in the hospital, staring up at the bright white lights. She was too numb to make any attempt to move, but she could turn her head enough to see a bag hung near her bed, filled with thick red liquid. And farther than that, Jonesy. Seeing her awake, he immediately ran to her side, glad to see her alive. "Jonesy…" she trailed off, but her voice was raspy and hoarse, hard to hear. "I'm right here, baby," Jonesy told her, and she released her breath. He ran his hand down her bandaged arm, being gentle as not to tweak any of the wires connected to her bloodstream. They stayed like that for a minute, until the nurse walked through the door, with a syringe of pain medication. She walked in silently, squirted the contents in to the bag, and silently left after checking the heart rate readings. Nikki slipped off into darkness.
The next time she awoke, she felt her husband's hand on her arm, and opened her eyes. The small room was filled with the most important people she knew. Jen and Caitlin, seeing her awake, skipped up to her bed and started blabbering on. But she didn't hear it. All the sound making contact with her ears was Jonesy's conversation with Wyatt and Jude. "Hey man, look, she's alright," one of them said. She couldn't tell who, because her senses were still foggy. "I know, but… but… ugh!" Jonesy said in frustration, she could tell enough that it was him. "She was that close, she just looked already dead in the car, it was terrible," he said, Jonesy that is, his head in his hands. Then she was out again.